Serge knew he was being a bit of cliché. An ex agent of the DGSE, yearning for the good old days of imperial France and moving to Marseille. At one time it would have been Algeria, but ex-pat French weren't as welcome there as they'd once been. Besides, just about everyone he knew from North Africa, now ran a bar or restaurant in Marseille. He was now officially retired from the security services and living under his own name. That might have been a mistake, there had already been two attempts on his life. As to his relationship with Ruby ? The distance to London brought its own problems, but they did share a bed when she visited.
"No Lisa, no !" He yelled. "You have all these gifts, use them. Number four just killed you."
The problem was that Lisa was a natural, a born assassin, agent, body guard, anything she wanted to be with her weapon skills and co-ordination. She didn't need her gifts most of the time, so she ignored them. It was the opposite with most of the other kids, they relied too much on their 'weirding skills,' as Spider had once put it.
"Sorry Serge. Can I do it with live ammo ? I'm always better with real bullets, the bangs concentrate the mind."
He knew exactly what she meant. Every bang meant a bullet leaving a gun and the potential for it to kill or maim. That really did make you focus on the present.
"Ok Lisa, but one at a time then. Come on Roger, clear the room."
He had just the two of them now, sometimes threeif Olga was around to help. Weapons and Mayhem 101, he tried to give thethirteen a good solid grounding in weapon skills and agent tradecraft.
